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[incogneto]

I know you don't like me for reasons you won't say, but maybe if you try not shutting other ideas out, your family might communicate a little better.

[inmyothertights]

I don't dislike you.

It's really complicated.

[incogneto]

As you keep saying.

Somehow it was less stressful for you to reverse animating everyone's toilets.

So really, you're making a mountain out of an anthill.

[inmyothertights]

Look, if I tell you, it might actually upend your whole world.

[incogneto]

I assure you I am not that delicate.

But maybe we should focus on your other issue first.

[inmyothertights]

They're sort of linked.

[incogneto]

You want me to talk to your family?

[inmyothertights]

No.

You. Sort of are. My family.

[incogneto]

[ He types out and deletes a lot of things. And settles on: ]

How do you know?

[inmyothertights]

Do you think there's an overabundance of men named Erik Lensherr who are concentration camp survivors and can manipulate metal?

1/3

[incogneto]

I meant

[incogneto]

[ He meant, maybe they should get a paternity test up in here. But now that he thinks about it. ]

You're from the future.

[incogneto]

You mean to say I'm your grandfather.

The one who thinks you don't like him.

[inmyothertights]

Yes.

That's what I mean to say.

I told you it wasn't so simple.

[incogneto]

[ Honestly he can't imagine any reason this would be a trick, so... He just wants to know. ]

Your mother then. She's my daughter? My daughter in law?

[inmyothertights]

[God, he didn't want him to find out this way.]

Your daughter.

[incogneto]

Does she know? Where is she?

Where are you?

[ So many questions. So many emotions. He looks around at this foreign, austere room and it suddenly feels so small and constricting. ]

[inmyothertights]

I don't know. I don't know.

On my floor.

That is, on my floor, in Heropa.

[incogneto]

House number. It'll take an hour to get there.

[inmyothertights]

I don't live in government housing.

Here, I'll send you the address.

[And he does.]

[incogneto]

Who else should I know about?

[inmyothertights]

No one who's here.

i forgot to ask lol do you want to turn this into action or do you want me to make a log or somethin

[incogneto]

Fine. We'll talk about it later.

ACTION

[incogneto]

[ Okay, Erik thought maybe if he had an hour to calm down he would, but he didn't. And now he's on his way to Heropa to see his grandson. Well, he's already seen his grandson. But... should he have brought something? Is this a family reunion? He feels a little bit of a twist in his stomach. If this isn't a joke, then he has a family.

And when he told Billy he was lucky to have family here, then really, Erik's hit the jackpot.

He knocks on the door, and for a good long second his mind is telling him to run for it. There's no way this is real. He's making a fool of himself. ]

[inmyothertights]

[In the meantime, Billy's been lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, because he promised Teddy he wouldn't look out the window. God.

He wishes Teddy were here.

When he hears the knock, he opens the door, and looks out, taking a moment. Erik is probably not too happy with him, right now.

But then he opens it all the way.]

Come in.

[The apartment is clean, at least.]